It’s hard not to find ways to be content
  when sleeping outdoors within a tent.
Morning coffee amongst the mist and dew,

  alive and ready to ride the day anew.
 

It was a perfect morn, until I knew
  fermenting inside was a potent brew.
Having savored the day before–ale and stew,
  the need arose for a place to go poo.
 
Excalibur, the community spade,
  stood ready to dig in emergencies made.

No one wants to carry it in a shameful state,
  urgently to the woods to excavate.

I set forth bravely, spade in hand,
  found a good spot to dig, mostly in sand.
The details to follow, I’ll not get into,
  except that I took in a glorious view.
 
First rays of sun kissed maple and pine;
  the lake mist rising sent chills up my spine.
The moment, though short-lived, is forever mine–
  a memory made in our earthly shrine.

Returning victorious, my scepter in hand,
  thankful for its role and feeling quite grand.
Excalibur did the job, performed like a champ,
  leaving nary a trace as we departed camp.